First Class Genius

In a flash, Han Fei and Zhen Shuai stood in the gray fog. The death still existed, but the white light curtain had come behind them.

In Mahayana, the ancestor used the law of space, and the cooperation of speed and strength was extremely ingenious. At that moment, Han Fei only felt a slight cold and had passed through the gray light.

However, even if Zhen Shuai is such a figure, it is difficult to tear open the dead spirit and let the monster come in.

Zhen Shuai didn't say much and stepped forward in the void. The gray fog filled the whole valley with cold wind and strange sounds one after another.

The valley narrowed slowly and finally became less than ten meters wide. Look down from a high altitude. The skeletons of various animals are stacked on the white ground. The difference between the highest and lowest positions is nearly ten meters.

The creaking sound of broken bones came from under the thick skeleton, sometimes. There were even groans and pleadings.

"Hoo -" a blue light flickered, and a bone not far away suddenly burst into white light. It flashed away before it could be caught. The white phosphorus in the bones spontaneously ignited, one by one, like lit firecrackers, making a slight sound, bursting with thrilling light and emitting wisps of gray white smoke.

Die!

See the gray smoke spiraling up. Han Fei knows why there are so many dead spirits here. Of course, the dead Qi array also needs support. This white bone is the source of dead Qi energy.

The thick skeleton has been squeezed together for many years. Dead gas flows out of it and continuously collects into the dead gas array to form an inexhaustible power.

"Some trouble!" Zhen Shuai's divine knowledge glanced at the skeleton ground, which was unfathomable, and the dead spirit contained in it was still very strong“ If there is constant dead breath here, the dead breath Dharma array will not collapse. When I came in just now, I tried. To smash the Dharma array, at least three Mahayana ancestors need to work together. "

As the valley narrowed, the white bone ground became higher and higher, leaning upward.

"Let's go down and have a look!" Zhen Shuai threw off his Taoist robe and they landed.

When he fell on the white bone ground, the cold dead spirit rushed towards him. Han Fei didn't dare to be careless. He protected his body and ran with vigorous Qi. He could still hear the sound of dead Qi impact.

The moment your feet touch the ground, the white bone ground under your feet vibrates slightly, soft and undulating, and you want to wrap your feet. That strange feeling is like a zombie stretching out his hands to grab his feet. It's extremely disgusting.

Death hovered around their bodies. They are afraid of their divine power and unwilling to give up.

After landing on the ground, the two stepped on the bones. Under the vigorous wind, the seemingly complete skeleton broke one after another. Bone meal drifted with the cold wind and was everywhere.

"Hoo -" the raised bone powder, after making a slight friction sound, sent out a light blue flame. They move forward each time. The surrounding air will make a loud spontaneous combustion sound.

The fire light changed from a little bit to a string. They seemed to be walking in the corridor formed by torches. In the dark night, they seemed so abrupt and obvious.

"Whoosh -" in front, there was a sound of breaking the air, the sound of bone spurs rubbing the air, and a white bone stick several meters long rushed towards them.

"Whoosh -"

"Whoosh -"

In the blink of an eye, white bone rods poured out from all directions. The speed was unimaginable.

Han Fei looked calm and didn't even need a hand. The roaring bone spurs hovered hundreds of meters away.

"Hoo Hoo -"

"Pengpeng -"

Bone spurs collided with each other and made a dense crowding sound. In less than a moment, Han Fei and Zhen Shuai were hundreds of meters in front of them. It has condensed into a white bone wall dozens of meters high.

The sharp bone spikes, like channeling, aimed at the two people in the sharpest place. However, awed by the pressure of the Mahayana ancestors, those bone spurs can do nothing except make a buzzing sound.

The narrow valley is blocked by bone spurs. Zhen Shuai and Han Fei can only get up if they want to pass. However, looking up, the gray dead gas condensed into a network. At the moment, it is spreading in the sky like clouds.

It was still calm the moment before. In the blink of an eye, the killing trees had surged around.

The sound is like silk and thread, disturbing people's mind.

"I'm not timid. Trying to hinder us! " Zhen Shuai's cold and heartless eyes twinkled and raised his right hand, forming a huge palm print of divine consciousness.

The moment the palm is raised, there is no sound. When it is photographed, the air distorts and makes a strange sound.

"Boom click puff"

Under the pressure of powerful divine knowledge, the tall bone thorn wall had collapsed before the palm touched. The bone spurs turned into fragments and sent out bursts of painful wailing.

"Call -"

Bone spurs collided and ignited the powder. When the white bone wall collapsed, it turned red. When the bone meal burned, the air seemed to be ignited, and instantly became red and hot.

It became a sea of fire around, and the hot smell was soon replaced by cold. The gray and white breath floated far and wide, but thickened the big net of dead gas condensation in the sky.

After Zhen Shuai tentatively slapped him, he didn't attack rashly again. Seeing the dead gas condensing above his head, his expression showed a worried look.

Han Fei stood quietly beside Zhen Shuai. He didn't make a hand or make a voice, but just looked at him quietly. With Zhen Shuai's help, it's better not to lose face with his little skills.

The power of that palm just now is enough to turn a hill into powder, but. It's of little use to the wall made of bone spurs. Just after a few breath, the new bone spurs coagulated again.

"A little interesting!" Zhen Shuai narrowed his eyes, "Han Fei, it seems that Tang Yi regarded us as servants!"

Zhen Shuai's metaphor is very appropriate. The immediate situation is. The more aggressive and domineering you are, the more dead gas condenses. Those bone spurs condensed a lot of dead gas. After being smashed by the attack, the dead gas gushed out. It's like pressing oil from beans.

Han Fei shrugged and couldn't think of a better way for a moment. Overhead, the big net of death spread out for several miles. With the increase of death, it has the meaning of enveloping the two people.

Bone spurs wall, after being attacked, actually retaliated. In the blink of an eye, it restored its previous height, or even higher.

"I'll try it, too!" Han Fei took a step forward, the white tiger immortal evil spirit worked, and a cold breath turned into a huge white bone sword. Han Fei clenched the unreal sword handle with both hands and roared. The cold bone evil spirit formed hundreds of wind blades and rushed out.

Compared with Zhen Shuai's palm, Han Fei's sword is of average power. However, after the sword was wielded, the bone spur wall tens of meters away shook violently.

"Eh!" Zhen Shuai gave a low cry and stared round. Look carefully at the beauty of Han Fei's sword.

The bone evil sword Qi condensed from the white tiger immortal evil skill forms several vigorous Qi of the white tiger wind blade, which changes from less to more, and then increases slowly.

"Roaring -" faintly, the sound of wind and thunder sounded in front of thousands of white bones. When the white bone sword touched the wall, the tip actually formed a virtual shadow of a white tiger biting with its mouth open.

The huge mouth opened and swallowed it, under the cold bone evil spirit. Bone spurs broke one after another, and the gray dead Qi was actually integrated into the sword Qi of white bone illusion.

"Don't absorb into the body!" Zhen Shuai quickly reminded, "dead breath enters the body and hurts vitality!"

Han Fei nodded and Shenzhi remotely controlled the illusory white bone sword. In an instant, the illusory white bone sword turned blue and black, and the dead spirit eroded like an earthworm, forming a stalemate with the tiger evil spirit and making a Zila sound.

The blue and black breath rushed to Han Fei's arm, but was cut off by divine knowledge. After struggling for a long time, the blue and black breath slowly disappeared and finally disappeared into the air.

Compared with Zhen Shuai's attack, Han Fei's attack is not big, but the white bone sword formed by the tiger Sha can eliminate the dead spirit.

"Keep attacking!" Zhen Shuai's eyes brightened and he ordered with his hands on his back, "your white bone sword can eliminate death, and it's just right to attack bone spurs! I'll escort you, local Tang Yi! "

"Good!" What is really terrible is the big net of dead gas condensation in the sky. The real threat of these bone spikes is not the sharp spikes, but the gray dead gas hidden in the bone spikes.

Although one sword can't solve the problem, at least we can use this method to resist the speed of dead gas dispersion and condensation.

If Zhen Shuai is not here, Han Fei wants to try using an alchemy weapon or colored fire. Due to Zhen Shuai's presence, Han Fei could only bear it and waved one sword at a time. The two moved forward slowly.

After all, the white bone sword is illusory. Although the speed of eliminating dead Qi is very fast, it also consumes a lot. An hour later, the first white bone sword was only one meter long. With a bang, it fell apart.

Han Fei congealed again and continued to push forward according to the previous method

It was a strange battle. We couldn't see the enemy, but death was everywhere.